Parallel Draenau, Nagrand Savannah.

After Garrosh finished speaking, he and Kenoz looked at each other calmly.

"So?" Kenoz laughed, "but I don't remember giving you that choice." ”

"You may look like an orc, but your behavior has betrayed you, they are not fools, I need to go to the Warsong Clan alone. Garrosh replied calmly.

"Well, in that case, how long will it take for me to reunite with you?" Kenoz's smile grew more and more eerie.

"Who's going to say for sure? When the time comes... ”

"You mean never to see each other, do you?"

Kenoz shook his head, interrupting the orc's words, and shook his finger at the orc in front of him. "Garrosh, Garrosh... Playing smart is never your forte, so don't embarrass yourself. ”

Garrosh also threw back a sentence when he heard this, "That's good." ”

His voice was still very steady, "Well, I'll tell you straight, my tribe doesn't need the help of a dragon. ”

"Your tribe?" Kenoz slowly stood up, carefully holding the Hourglass of Time in one hand.

"Your tribe has abandoned you, and without me, you are still imprisoned in that filthy cave cage, and you have no right to ask me to leave. ”

As he spoke, the bronze dragon disguised as an orc tilted its head.

"If you disobey me ... I guarantee that the treatment you will receive will make you feel that it is easier for you to die under the knife of the executioner. ”

Garrosh stared coldly at the bronze dragon.

A moment later ...

He lunged at the arrogant dragon, and the roar of war rang out all around.

He took three steps, jumped over the campfire, grabbed Kenoz by the throat, and began to strangle as hard as he could.

A bronze glow flashed, and the hourglass on Kenoz's hand emitted a glimmer of energy.

Garrosh blinked, realizing that all he was holding in his hand was air.

The extinguished bonfire that had crossed over was back in front of him, three paces away from him, as if he had never moved.

Kenoz vanished, and just as the orc was still wondering, a hand sprang out from the back of Garrosh's neck, and then pulled him down.

Garrosh slammed to the ground, and Kenoz pinned Garrosh tightly to the ground with his knees, his forearms firmly gripping his neck.

"You think I don't have the power to resist when I become human?" Kenoz said viciously.

"You're no longer the Great Chief, Hell Roar, it's my will that you escape the cage!It's my will that you survive!You'll find your father and rally the orc clan as well!" Kenoz's disguise above his neck had vanished, and his orc head suddenly turned into a giant dragon shape.

The bronze dragon's huge eyes pressed against Garrosh's face, "You're just a pawn of mine, that's all... If you can't prove your worth, then I'll destroy it. ”

Slowly, Garrosh calmed his anger.

He controlled his breathing, gasping steadily, and Garrosh's voice was extremely calm as his anger subsided.

"If you really need me, Bronze Dragon, then show some of your sincerity and put away your senseless threats and arrogance, this is not a cooperative attitude. ”

Hearing this, Kenoz let go of the hand holding the orc and smiled again. "It's good that we know each other. ”

With that, his head changed back to the form of an orc, and he slowly stood up and let go of Garrosh.

"But you did get one thing right, Garrosh ... You and I, the two of us are complete strangers here, so it's best to split our heads lest those orcs think we're accomplices. ”

With another wave of his hand, the bronze dragon rekindled the extinguished bonfire, and he threw the Chronology to Garrosh.

Anyway, this orc is full of muscles, this kind of time artifact dedicated to the bronze dragon, he will never know how to exert its power.

"Let the orcs of this world take a good look at this hourglass, although your kind live a primitive and lowly life in this world, but still have some sense of supernatural powers, right? Those stubborn shamans should be enough, any inferior creature with a little intelligence can glimpse the disasters that have befallen Azeroth and the rest of the world through what you have in your hands, and once you have managed to convince them to join your ideal tribe and conquer the whole world as far as their eyes can see, I will return. ”

Kenoz stretched out his arms, "Then, I will use this artifact to open a gateway to any other world for this Draeno world." ”

"There will always be only one world that interests me. Garrosh replied.

"Because you're short-sighted, you just want an orthodox tribe untainted by demonic blood, but I don't want to stop there. I'm going to raise countless tribes, and then ... ”

Garrosh burst out laughing.

Kenoz lowered his arms, his expression becoming menacing, "You don't believe me?"

"Think about it, Hell Roar. The next moment, Kenoz's voice was soft, "With this thing, and your new tribe, nothing can bind us, not even time! I will be able to master endless possibilities, we can travel to any world, take whatever we want, and I will become... ”

At this moment, Garrosh slammed the Aspect of Time to the ground, and it seemed that his hands were a little hot.

The Time Artifact began to emit a violent glow of dark golden energy, and it trembled.

Subsequently... The phase of time exploded, shattering into a dozen pieces, large and small.

Kenoz was stunned, walked over quickly, leaned down and began to take a closer look, he didn't understand why the artifact had suddenly shattered.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the back.

It was Garrosh, who held a sharp shard in his hand, and with all his might, he kept stabbing the bronze dragon.

The quicksand of time contained in the sharp shards had seriously disrupted Kenoz's attempts to regain his dragon form, and he could do nothing now.

"I've had enough!" shouted Garrosh.

"I'm fed up with you goddamn fools hiding in the shadows, trying to manipulate the fate of the orcs, you want to enslave my people with the power of depravity, and I want to eradicate you slave masters, and the orcs will control their own destiny from now on!"

Garrosh stirred the fragment in his hand, then moved it to Kenoz's chest, and stabbed it nonstop. Blood splattered the hills.

It wasn't the blood of orcs, it wasn't the blood of any creature that had ever lived in this world, but it was all swallowed up by the soil of this continent.

Eventually, Garrosh pulled out the shards and got back on his feet.

Kenoz collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

Garrosh watched curiously, he had never killed a bronze dragon before.

The fragments in his hand trembled with the last heartbeat of the bronze dragon, and a bronze mist like grains of sand slowly emanated from Kenoz's body.

The mist did not dissipate like smoke, but sucked into another world like a whirlpool.

When the mist cleared, the artifact fragments fell silent again.

Kenoz's eyes widened, but his breathing had stopped, and he remained orc before he died.

Garrosh didn't walk away immediately, he wasn't at ease.

After a long time, it was confirmed that the dragon was completely dead, and then he nodded with a muffled grunt.

"Die so simply, it's cheap for you... ”

Garrosh left the body where it was, and even if it was found by other visitors, they would only think that this orc had provoked an opponent who should not be provoked.

And isn't that the truth?

Thinking of this, Garrosh laughed a few times.

Putting away all the artifact fragments of time, he turned away from the hillside and walked towards the town of the Warsong clan in his memory.

On the silent hillside, a dark golden divine power appeared like a water serpent, and then quickly merged into the earth.

This dawn will be lurking, and once the orcs begin to build any cross-world structures like the Dark Gate, that's when it comes in handy.